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Another person showed up. Blonde woman that made him take a step back. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a little older than him. If the girl with the blue streak matched his ex-girlfriend's aesthetic, then this mouthy blonde chick looked like an older version of her. She could be her cousin or something. He couldn't do this. Two strangers that remind him of his ex and they know each other. What's the chances of that? He held tight to his guitar case strap, fingers freezing in his grip. What the hell kind of nightmare did he wake up in? He's gotta be crazy, he's officially snapped. Is he the only person alarmed? Or are they better at hiding it than he is? That's probably it. Neither knew what was going on. That's the only reassuring thing, he guessed. If they knew as much as him, then no one has the advantage. Good. It's bad enough the people back home know how to take advantage of him, he didn't need strangers knowing too. 

The girl with the streak pointed out a bar and walked inside, he hesitated to follow. While he didn't want to be alone, two people that make him anxious, and booze weren't a great mix. Alcohol reminded him of what happened two years ago. He touched the cut on his right wrist and pressed into it. Too many intoxicated people, fists, his blood, cheering bystanders, he felt sick. He bent over, dry heaved, and spit into the snow. He crouched down and buried his head into arms. Despite the cold, he didn't really feel it, too consumed by his fear to get away from the memories. Inhale ten seconds, hold for five, then exhale for another ten. He repeated the process, before his nerves got under control. He sensed someone watching him, popped his head up, and looked behind him. Nothing. His eyes went up the building and found a girl in black crouched on the edge. What the fuck? He shot up and went into the bar. He'd rather deal with strangers that look like Sandy, then deal with a creep watching him from a far. Best to know what to expect than to face the unexpected. 

The bar was warm and had seating closer to the door. The tables and red stools reminded him of the diner he was at before he ended up here. He took a seat at the table next to the door. He didn't want to get cornered around these two, until he knew more about them.